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CLASS CV XXc. No. 

COPY 8. 






De Christmas Am a Comin'. 

De Chrirtmas am a comin, am a comin on de wing; 
De gal along de ribber, dey ar comin here to sing; 
De cooks dey am a roastin', dey biliu, an dey bake, 
An misses she a fixin dat air frostin on de cake. 

My coffee! My coffee. 

Dat what Dinah say. 

You coffee in de mornin Tom 

Afo de break o'day. 

De Christmas been a comin, an a comin all de day; 
De boys along de ribber, dey an comin here to play; 
De banjo an de fiddle will mingle in der tones, 
De laughiu ob de women an de rattle ob de bones. 

Chorus. 

De Christmas am a comin, an a comin Christmas; night 
De big house will be shiniu an a lookin oh so blight; 
l;e minutes am a goin, de hours bringin nigh, 
iJc ;-;ravy on de tater an de possum in de pie. Chorus. 

Young misses she a comin, am a comin home ^^id sweets, 
De raisins an de candies for de little ones to eat, 
De uncles an de aunties, dey gwiue to hab der share, 
Dev run up to de big house when dey know young misses 

Chorus. (dare. 

Young massa he a comin an den you hear de noise; 
An den he frow de coppers to de chillun an de boys. 
De minutes am a goin, you let de ole man lone, 
When we all round de table an de turl-^ey round de bone. 

Chours. 

'Twas ear.y in de mornin when massa call to Nance: 
You tell em I'm a comin down to see dem fellers dance; 
De gals will all be laughin, be makin fun o' Sam, 
Dey kno\\s dat he'll de lookin for be eggs among de ham. 

Chorus. 

De banjo an de fiddle, de'll be playin all de night, 
Dey'l be playin till de mornin, till de comin ob de light; 
Dey'l always be agoin an a comin at de door, 
Dey'l nebber stop der dancin an der kitckin on de floor. 

Chorus. 



The Leghorn Hen. 

Dem precious eggs dey ten. 

She laid de Leghorn hen; 

In a little time were duckies nine, 

Along wid de Leghorn hen. 

An oh twas awful sad 

Dot evil luck she had: 

In a little time de chickies nine 

Dey all done gone to de bad. 

Chorus. She try in to get dare gain, 
She settin de Leghorn hen. 
De eggs in de nest 
An she doin her best; 
She tryin to git dare gain. 



A hawk came sailin by, 

Dem chickies took his eye 

An clown he whipped, a chickie he nipped, 

An wid it away did fly. 

A weazel by de gate 

Ivooked on dem chickies eight; 

Dat weazel tricky, he caught a chicky, 

And trotted it home to his mate. Chorus. 

A rat he hidin dare; 

Said he: dats hardly fair, 

Dares chickies to eat and chickies are sweet, 

An I jToin to have my share. 

A short time after dat 

Came sneakin round de rat. 

A chickie he grabbed an den he got nabbed 

An carried away by de cat. Chorus. 

De cat felt by her paw 

What de rat had by his jaw. 

She killed de rat an dare she sat 

Dat chicky way down her maw, 

She'd surapfin in her store, 

Sbe'd never had before. 

Said she: it nice, it better den mice, 

An I goin to have some more. Chorus. 

De cat jumped off de wall; 

Said she: dem chickies small. 

Dares only six and dem will 1 fix. 

She killed an eat dem all. 

She wept de Leghorn hen. 

She said mv eggs were ten, 

My chickies nine an dey so fine, 

She dropped a big tear den. Chorus. 



Little May Bell, 



The most charming village on Genesee shore. 
The houses together two hundred or more; 
Of all the young women who therein did dwell 
Smallet^-t and loveliest was little May Bell. 
In Genesee valley there labored a youth. 
He little possessed pave industry and truth. 
His father was blind and his people were poor. 
But true as the needle was Johnny Maclure, 

And this is the story the neighbors did tell 

When Johnny went courting 

His little May Bell. 

Paul Bell, the best miller on the Genesee 

Was rich and as busy as miller could be, 

He barreled his flour by day and by night; 

His wife and his daughter his greatest delight. 

Paul Bell's wife said to him: now what would you say 

If Johnny Mclure should come calling on May ? 

He turned on his heel and said impudence that 

He's poor as a pumpkin; I'll horsewhip the rat. Chorus. 

May wept when the moon threw its light on the yard, 
She knew that her father was standing on guard. 
She watched and she listened just what she had feared; 
With quick step and whistle young Johnny appeared, 



May beard the sharp horse whip, she saw Johnny run. 
vShe cried cut: Dear father, oh, what have you done? 
Then hght as a sncw flake as softly she fell, 
And snow white the face of poor little May Bell. 

Chorus. 

Next morning the miller was grinding some rye, 

A smile on his face and a tear in his eye. 

Somehow the old fellow had mixed it that way: 

The smile was for Johnny, the tear was for May. 

Just then a near neighbor came over the hill, 

A woman of coutse, who ran into the mill. 

Why, dear Mr. Bell, don't you know May has fled; 

I guess she and Johnny Maclure have sot wed. Chorus. 

Paul Bell did not speak, he was struck with surprise; 

He stared at the neighbor with wide open eyes; 

And standing there helpless as if he were froze. 

Let fall the half bushel of rye on his toes. 

Ma}' wrote to her mother: come, be of good cheer; 

Johnny and I have got married out here, 

And say to dear father: don't worry and fret, 

But now its all over, forgive and forget. Chorus. 

Quite soon the old miller his daughter did miss; 
He went out to see her and got a sweet kiss. 
He said to young Johnny: I hope that you will 
Come home, and you'll help me to run the old mill. 
And so the good horses came back with the three. 
The gossips were saying: can such a thing be; 
May caught her kind mother in loving embrace, 
While bright tears of happness shone on her face. 

Chorus. 
Paul Bell was unable tu hide his delight; 
He sang and he whistled from morning til night, 
Why Johniiy was born for a miller, said he, 
And we are all as happy as happy can be. 
Young Johnny the head of the mill became soon; 
Pie worked in the flour from midnight till noon. 
Yet time in his flight is quite rapid I'm sure, 
For now the old miller is Johnny Maclure, 



The Emancipation Proclamation. 

Massa home on de ole plantation when de proclamation 

come. 
He read dat news in de mornin paper an he bitin on he 

fum 
He bite he fum an he change he color an he rollin round 

he eye. 
An he lookin so bad in deface dat mornin dat I taut he 

goin to die. 

Dat day, dat day, when freedom save de land; 

Dat day, dat day, from mountain top to strand. 

De Lord give de power unto Abraham Lincoln; 

An Freedom save de land. 
Oh dat day, twas a day I tell you dat will nebber be seen 

no more; 
Some folks cry an a many one a laughin as dey nebber 

did laugh afore; 
One tell one, an anodder tell anodder till dey all git all 

de news; 



Dey huggin and dey kissiu, an dey talkin all togedder, 

and dey kickiu off all der shoes. Chorus. 

Uncle Pete he chatter like a monkey, an round an round 

he go; 
He face as Mark as de tar in de kettle, an he hair as 

white as snow; 
He clappin he hands, an he ninety-seven, an he dancin 

on he feet, 
And de white folks say dat day can't tell really what to 

make of Uncle Pete. Chorus. 

Den ole Uncle Pete he climin de big tree on de lawn 
Massa tell him dat he caper all de nioniin an he reckon 

he senses gone. 
You've got so Oic dat you can't walk steady, you so ole 

you can hardly see 
Why you can't climb over de fence ole Peter and 3um 

try In to climb a tree. 
Massa don't you be gittin so forgittin for 3'ou know dis 

day I free, 
An I feel jist like I felt when I twenty an I gwine to 

to climb de tree. 
For I know dem angels knowin all about it, an I know 

deys on de wing, 
An I want to be gittin up, away up yonder, for to hear 

dem angels sing. 
Unle climb but he strengf dun lef him when he on dat 

lowest limb; 
Massa say when he got no fudder twas a wonderful 

climb for him; 
Dey help him down an he vSay I couldn't an de angels 

on de wing. 
Forty years ago, if to-day been agoin I'd heard dem an- 
gels sing: 
An ity Jane she gittin us togedder an she call us all 

around; 
An she tay: who'd a taut dis da}^ been a comin, an you 

aunty on de ground, 
An I want you all to sing wid you aunty and as loutl as 

you souls afford, 
I'or de Lord give de power unto Abraham Lincoln an we 

gwine to praise de Lord. 



The Two Little Brooks. 

Dare de wild birds sin gin in de shady woods 

An de wild ilowers blossom yet. 

Dare de two little brooks wid der cozy nooks. 

An de big tree where dey met. 

Dare be wild bees hummin o'er de grassy field. 

And de wild ducks on de wing. 

An de mamma birds wid der chirpin words 

To de young de good tings bring; 

When we walkin dare den we taut we pair 

Was de happiest pair of all. 

An I always glad and cherry when 

I could hear dem light feet fall, 

Dare de paff went windin by de seamy rocks, 

An de brooks dey a murmeriu sweet, 

Au de twistin twines of de creepiu vines, 

Dey trailin around our feet, 

De summer skies an de sparklin eyes 

Dey bless dis heart of mine, 



An we know de Lord remember we two 

When He make dem sunbeams shine, 

Dare de wild rose bloom in on de mossy bank 

When de blue bird builds her nest, 

An we taut dat place was de prettyest place 

When we settiu on de moss to rest, 

On de clean green moss where we used to toss 

A pebble for de chance, 

An de one dat wins he de one dat sings, 

All he make dat todderone dance, 

Den a sweet voice vsiugin by de bubblin brooks, 

An de sun goin down in de west, 

An de smile I see am a proof to me 

Dat de banjo doin it best, 

An de careles breeze to de leafy trees 

It whisper soft and low. 

An de banjo tell to de mockin bird 

Why we love dat banjo so. 

Now de little fish swimmiu in de clear bright brooks 

An de brooks dey a murmerin yet. 

Far away o'er de wave by de loved ones' grave, 

An de big tree where dey met, 

All de baujo broke dat so often spoke 

To de one dat gone away. 

For d.-^ tings I nebber could tell myself, 

I could make dat banjo say. 



Elsadore. 

I'm going down to Baltimore, 
I'm going to the sea; 
If you decide to answer yes, 
I'm coming here to be. 
I'm going to the city my pretty I^lsadore. 
If you decide to answer no, 
I'lu coming back no more. 
You say you loved your father long 
Before you thought of me. 
You'll do just wuat your mother says 
Whatever that may be. 
But isn't it a pity my pretty Klsadore 
Two hearts should break 
And 1 ve forsake. 
Because two hands are poor. 
An Fnglish lad from Iviverpool, 
His trap set on the heath. 
When he came back he swung his cap; 
A lark was underneatn. 
Up to meet the gleaming 
On many a morn before. 
His sweet, sweet song with merry wings 
To British skies he bore. 
He took the lark to Liverpool- 
He took him there to sing. _ [thing, 
Alas, he cried: I'll never get a whisper from the 
His heart was in the meadows. 
His singing days were oe'r. 
Just so I ftar it will be with you 
My pretty Elsadore. 
Good bye for good my Elsadore; 
We never more shall meet, 
I'm going down to Baltimore, 



I'm going to the fleet, 

I'm going to the city, 

I'm going to the war, 

Let fortune smile or fortune frown, 

I'm coming back no more. 



The Cotton Fields. 

See, see de signal from de sun 

Gleaming on de top o' yonder pine 

Tells us he's a comin, comin here dis moruin, 

Comiu on de cotton fields to shine 

Far far de white fields o' bloom. 

Stretchin over yonder like de sea, 

Berdin like de willows, wavin like de billows, 

Pickiu in de cotton fields are we. 

Da da, de shadows of de clouds 

Movin on de white waves gay, 

Makin all dem pictures, vanishin like witches, 

Passiu o'er de cotton fields away; 

Sing, sing, you cotton pickers all. 

De voices of de bobolinks arise. 

De cotton fields dey cheery. 

And not a soul is weary; 

De sun a shinin happy in de skies. 

Sing, sing, de hummin birds around, 

Hummin by de cotton blossoms free, 

De mockin bird a singin, 

De tremblin air a ringin, 

Pickin in de cotton fields are we; 

Far far de cotton goin ter go, 

Goin on de ribbers an de seas — 

Away across de ocean 

To keep de looms in motion, 

To make de people busy like de bees. 

Joy, joy, go wid de cotton bales, 

Goin to de spinners ober dah. 

Happ be de singers, nimble be de fingers, 

Toilin at de spindles ober da. 



Lochland far Over the Sea. 

Lochland, the beauty of Seneca's shore, 

Fated to wander from thee. 

Eyes of thy lover behold thee no more — 

Lochland far over the sea, 

Feet that have known thee have traveled away, 

Ah, shall they press thee again; 

Wide are the waters between us that lay; 

Lochland far over the main. 

Lochland away, Lochland afar, 
Lochland far over the sea, 
Lochland away, Lochland afar, 
Lochland far over the sea. 

Mild be you, monarch the king of the dawn. 

When over Lochland you shine; 

Life be your, rise to her meadows and lawn, 

Pleasures attend your decline, 

Orchard and garden inspire to yeild, 



Produce the pride of the day, 

Scatter your blessings rich on thefield 

When your quick smiling beamsplay. Chorus. 

Welcome yon pale moon the queen of the night, 

Changeful as queens ever be, 

Pass on dispensing your silvering light 

Over the land of the free; 

Go where the lake still mirrors the skies, 

On her sweet bosom to throw: 

Pictures of headlands, leaf crowned that rise 

When her great forest trees grow. Chorus. 

Hark, where yon wild winds so carelessly sweep 

Over Atlantic's wide breast; 

Bear not the tempest that troubles the deep 

To the fair laud of the west; 

lie there as zephyers floating so mild, 

By the bright Seneca's shore; 

Storm not go lightly, soft as a child, 

Sporting the sunny fields o'er. Chorus. 



Goin to Baltimore. 

Hurrah boys, hurrah, we're goin to Baltimore, 

We're goin to de city where we ofter been afore, 

We're goin to de city, we're goin to de bay, 

We're goin to de city an we got de holiday; 

De sun a goin fast, we tinks we goin slow 

We tinks de cars a creepin all along de way dey go. 

We're just de merryest boy on all de western shore, 

An v»'e boun to have de jolliest time when we git to 

Baltimore, 
We boys a goin to start quite early in de morn, 
But de hogs got into de tater patcli an de cows got in de 

corn. 
Before we got dem out and de fence fixed uo again, 
De time was on de cars were gone an we lost dat early 

train. 
Den Massa say: now boys I make dat matter right; 
You needn't come back at all again until tomorrow night 
We's got more time to stay den ever we had before, 
An we'll dance all night till broad daylight 
Wid de gals of Baltimore. 

We boys we feel so fine our feet dey rise an fall; 
Dey can't stay up but a little time an dey won't stay 

down at all, 
Dey jis like corn a poppin, a bobbin up an down, 
Beicase dey out of de bakker patch an goin to de town; 
Conductor lookin cross when he come back again; 
Said he: now boys you stop your noise or I'll put you 

ofFde train, 
We boys we tell him our feet dey won't stay on de floor, 
Deys bound to go like dis you know till dey git to 

Baltimore; 
Den Sam he nudgin Joe and makiu dat creetur laugh, 
An Tom he mockiu de brindle cow a bawlin for de calf, 
An Dick jump and dauce till he git out of bref, 
An all de passengers in de car dey laughin demselves to 

def; 
De brakeman come in de car, de conductor slow de train, 
We boys we singin, de Yaller gal a racin in de lane, 
Dey hear de pigs a squealin dat cow she boun to bawl, 



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An cle brakenien laughed till de}' got so weak de}' 

couldnt do nuffin at all; 
From out of de car behind a geutlemau he come in; 
He stared around astonished and he lookedas mad as sin, 
An he yelled to dat conductor it am a scandalous ting 
For you to hold a passenger train to iKar dem darkeys 

sing; 
De passengers in de car dey roared an shouted den, 
We boys we singiu de little chick a settin on de hen; 
De brakeman ran to de brakes, dat wicked conductor 

swore, 
An de train went movin along again on de road to Balti- 
more. 
A gentleman called aloud dem boys a doin fine. 
Will any you give em a quarter now here goes a dollar of 

mine. 
He toss a dollar to us an odders do jde same, 
An we ketchin de halves an quarters dats de winning 

kind o'game. 
We hear de engine whistle, we know de city's nigh. 
We singin bout de tater bugs a comin troo de rye; 
We's got more money to spend den ever we had before, 
An we'll buy de pi-ettyest tings in town for de gals of 

Baltimore. 



When She Got to Poppin Corn. 

She v/as great was Aunt Jemima when she got to poppin 

corn, 
When she got to poppin corn, v/heu slie got to poppin 

corn; 
You would tink ole nick was in her when slie' got to 

poppin corn; 
She would hustle to de cupboard where de corn was in a 

can, 
She would fetch along a popper, she'd bring along a can, 
She would say you pickaninies now you musLnt make a 

sound, 
Wid her sleeves above her elbows and her apron pulled 

around. 

When she got to poppin corn. 
When she got to po[)pin corn, 
You w^ould tink ole nick was in her. 
When she got to poppin corn. 
Oh de way she'd shake her popper. 
An de way she'd shake her head, 
vShe'd hobble and she'd v/obble 
Until on your toes she'd tread. 
And when she hurt your feet 
Now you musut say a word, 
If you did she'd make you liy 

Jis like a little bird. Chorus. 

An den she'd burn her corn 
Till twas black as my old hat. 

An maybe now you tink dat you would'nt look at dat. 
But she'd pass around de plate. 
An she'd oflFer you some too. 
An I radder guess you'd take it 

When she roll dem eyes at you. Chorus. 

She would keep de corn a burnin till de room was full 

of smoke. 



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When she saw we didn't eat it den dis am de way she 

spoke, 
Pickins why done you eat dat corn? 
Den she'd lift her big plantation an she'd slam it on de 

floor, 
An she'd say for all de nation now I'll never pop no 

more. Chorus. 



The Happy Family. 

Where the sun is shining from a sky of blue 
Bright on Talahatchie going to yazoo, 
Where them purple roses blossom by the well, 
There that little cabin where we used to dwell, 
Happy little family then we used to be, 
Happy iu that cabin there were we. 

Where the heat of morning and the wandering breeze 
Of their pearly dew drops rob the helpless trees; 
Father bought a banjo, learned me how to play, 
Mothttr by me knelling, taught me how to pray. 
liappy little family we were, only three, 
Ch'.'enshing and loving souls were we. 

When I hear my mother blow the dinner horn. 
Then I run to father, coming from the corn, 
Everything that happened must its pleasure jdeld, 
All the news I tell him coming o'er the field. 
Playing all the way long, merry as could be, 
Laugh ing, and my father laughed with me. 

Time that's always going made my parents old, 
Yet our hearts vvere never to each other cold. 
To tlie iield at morning then I used to go, 
Coming back at evening tired with my hoe. 
Cheerful little cabin I could always see, 
And tlit-m old folks waiting there for me. 

Wile:: we three were seated around the humble board, 
Father ask the gracious blessing of the Lord, 
Mather after supper clear the things away, 
Tiien I take my banjo and begin to play, 
liappy little family then we used to be, 
Happy in that cabin there were v/e. 

Now has Talahatchie going to Yazoo, 
And them da^'s of pleasure faded from my view, 
For them old folk's spirits dwelling with their God, 
And their bones are resting there beneath the sod, 
Never more together shall we loving three, 
There b}^ Talahatchie happy be. 

Now my feet they wander anywhere they stray. 
Now my idle banjo many miles away, 
From them purple roses blooming by the well, 
From that little cabin where we used to dwell. 
Happy home in i leaven yet I hope to see, 
And them old folks waiting there for me. 



The Happy Boy. 

Hello, my boy, where now so fast, what makes you 

hurry so? 
Ise goiu home, but Ise got time to stop and rest I know; 



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I started comin in a cart, but de mule he broke de fill, 
An he kicked heself away from dare a comin down de 

hill. 
I taut dat she might see me come, my mama bless her 

heart, 
An den don't you know I'd a looked so flash ridin in de 

cart. 

Er, Br, Er, Er, Er. Er. 

Sam's massa say to him you go an hook up dat arcart, 
An den you take dat Tommy home for Tommy he been 

smart, 
An soon we goiti on de road de mule an Sam an me, 
An I felt so happy an I felt so sure my mama I goin to 

see; 
Dem lambs a playin on dat hill, dey tinks dey feelin 

fine. 
But dere nebber was a lamb <lat felt so good as dis yer 

heart of mine. Chorus. 

When we goin up de hill den Sam he say dat Dick, 

He a very good mule to go up de pitch, but when go 

down he kick. 
Ole massa say he kick six feet an he do it mighty fine, 
But I reckon ole massa uigher de fact if he say dat mule 

kick nine. 
I say to Sam den let him kick for dat wont trouble me, 
I feel so happy an I feel so sure my mama I'm goin to 

see. Chorus. 

At de top o' de hill den Sam say mind de mule may 

kick an sich. 
You'd better git out an walk behind till I git down de 

pitch. 
Den dat ar mule he shake he head an he twistin on dat 

fill. 
An he bound he nebber hold dat cart a goin down de hill, 
An Sam he try to hold him in an he send dat harness 

high, 
An he tling one shoe from off one foot a kickin at de 

sky. Chorus. 

An Sam he jump wid dem big feet an landed in dat 

ditch, 
An fell right in de water where it runnin down de pitch. 
An while he splashin in dat slush an gittiu out dat loam, 
De cart went sailin down de hill an de mule went flyin 

home. 
Dat mule must git deliriums de tremens an de jams, 
For der aint anuder mule dat will kick so high as dat ar 

mule o' Sam's. Chorus. 

My brudder be a little tot an he runnin round de floor; 
I spect he tinks dat Tom forgot an he wont come back 

no more. 
Jackanap was a little pig an I used to tote him den, 
But I spose dat now he grown up big an dey got hin in 

de pen. 
When mamma see her Tom dis day I reckon dem eyes 

will shine. 
An der aint anodder mouf dat will kiss so sweet 
As dis yer mouf of mine. Chorus. 



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I Wonder Where Am Jimmy. 

I wouder where am Jimmy, I wonder where he be; 
I wouder why he didu't come and sing a song for me; 
I cant believe he singin he aint forgot Louise; 
I cant believe he singin now dem yaller gals to please. 

My heart am gone already, 

My heart am gone to Jimmy, 

An I don't want him bodder dem yaller gals, 

Nor de yaller gal bodder wid Jimmy. 

Twas only yesty mornin I meetin Susy Lee, 
Dat Yaller ting she tell me den she take my Jim from me. 
If Jimmy dare a singin dares goin to de war, 
An Jimmy got to promise me he sing for dem no more. 

Chorus. 

He tell me when he goin he comin while it light;^ 
He bring he l)anjo over here and play for me tonight. 
If Jimmv dare a playin I know just what I'll do, 
I'll gitde banjo way from him an bus it clean in two. 

Chorus. 



Yonder Little Cabin. 

Yonder little cabin aint dare for Joe, 
Yonder little cabin once de happiest place I know. 
Dem davs I lub my fiddle for dare tny fiddle kincr, 
I lub it case Melviua lub to hear dat fiddle ring. 

Here on de shore where de roses grow, 

Here by the banks of de Ohio. 
Dare when de cotton yarn goin round de reel, / 

Kvniiis when de cotton yarn a humuiin on de wheel, 
Dem evenins I was happy, so happy I did feel, 
Playin for Melviua dare spinnin on de wheel. Chorus. 

Right across de ribber Sam hoe de corn, 

Couldn't git a better man to fiddle sures you born; 

I go an vite him ober so hnppy I did feel, 

I want him play for Melvina spianin on de wheel. 

Chorus. 

Sam take de fiddle, tune up de strings, 

Hadn't played a minute fore de fiddle on de wings, 

Viney she delighted she listen wid surprise, 

I know she like de music by de shinin in her eves. 

Chorus. 

De fiddle kep a rincrin a ringin fo to kill, 

De fiddle kep a ringin dare but dat ole wheel was still, 

My heart it kep a thumpin so jealous I did feel, 

Sam's eyes dey lookin at Viney's eyes a shinin by de 

wheel. 
Viney's mind a goin dats what I could see, 
Dem pretty little ears a takin her heart away from me, 
Sam he finger de strings an de way he pull de bow, 
I wish dat Sam was under de ground a tousan miles 

below. 

Way from de shore where de roses blow, 
Way from de banks of de Ohio. 
Next night I play for Viney, try to pull de bow; 
My fingers stop an miss de time, I seen it was no go, 
I Wouldn't play de fiddle so miserable I did feel. 
An Viney lookin away from me a spmuin on de wheel. 
•^ Chorus. 



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What de matter, Viney say how it am, 

Why Joe nobody could help it, Joe uow don't you get 

mad at Sam. 
I aint forgot de trouble, but I aint de boy to whme, 
Dare's jest as good fish in de sea as ever was on de line. 

Chorus. 

My Little Pickaninny. 

Mamma love her pickaninny wee, 

My little pickaninny he love me; 

He mouf as sweet as roses leaf. 

My little pickaninny got two teef. 

Oh dear me dare nebber wasn't any 
Dat come nigh my little pickaninny. 

Granny mad as she can be. 

Pickaninny one more toof dan she. 

Ive been tellin her jis for fun 

He'll have more an she'll have none. 



He don't know he daddy gone to mill, 
My little pickaninny know no mill. 
Drive to mill wid he wheat and rye, 
My little pickaninny drive bym bye 

Dad come back an pickaninny glad, 
He so tickle when he seen he dad. 
Dad chuck he chin an he laugh clean troo. 
My little pickrninny laugh den too. 

He can't walk can't pickaninny now, 
My little pickaninny don't know how. 
Time will come wpen he bound to try, 
My little pickaninny run bym bye. 

He can't talk can't pickaninny now, 
My little pickaninny don't know how. 
Time will come when he boun to try, 
My little pickaoinny sing byn bye. 

Mamma call her pickaninny Pat, 
My little pickaninny lie so fat. 
I^ly on he face an he snap he eyes, 
My little pickaninny bate dem flies. 

Mamma wid her pickaninny play, 
My little pickaninny wake all da3^ 
He open he mouf where he teefies keep. 
My little pickaninny soon he sleep. 



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Sally She Gone and Wed Me, 

Eh, boys, rattle de bones, 
Rattle dem till dey break; 
Rattle de bones and sing de songs, 
Be jolly for Sally's sake. 
Cheer up and never say die, 
Dats de ting dat pleases me. 

Doubts will go and pains will fly 

Sally she gone and wed me. 

Dis night jolly am I, 

Jolly an wide awake. 

You merry young fellows be jolly wid me, 

Be jolly for Sally's sake. 



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Dem (loul)ts many a day 

Dats what nearly killed me 

Dats de time she nebber would say 

Whedder she goiu to hab me. 

Eh, boys, shuffle de feet. 

Shuffle em till dey ache, 

Shuffle de feet an rouse de fun, 

Be jolly for Sally's sake. 

All round send de news, 

Dats de ting dat please me, 

Rattle de bones and shale de shoes, 

Sally she gone an wed me. 

You boys member de night. 

Member de laughs we make. 

Member de time when you and I 

Were jolly for Sally's sake. 

Cheer up neber you sigh. 

Dais de ting dat pleas me, 

Nebt;er can tell until you try, 

Sally she gone an wed me. 

Ole man pull de bow, 

An 3,ou make dat fiddle quake, 

Don't you forgit you goin to play 

Dat fiddle for Sally's sake. 

Dis night am de night, 

Dats de ting dat please me, 

Deal siars dey nebber before so bri.;ht, 

Sally she gone an wed me. 



When Polly and I V/ere Wed. 

When Polly and I were wed. 

It stormed de whole o' de day, 

De wind did Vjlow so hard, 

1 taut dat we would blow away 

When Polly an 1 were wed-. 

When Polly an 1 were wed, 

We give em all a chance, 

But de gals were wet aud dey were mad, 

An dey said dey wouldn't dance. 

When Polly and 1 were wed. 

De boys dey didn't caie, 

De fiddler play de more, 

De boys jumped up widout de gals, 

An dey looied on de floor, 

When Polly an I were wed. 

De boys dey full o' fun, 

Dat fiadler ne a team, 

He play for us de munuy mus, 

He play ole Satan's dream 

When Polly an I were wed. 

De gals dey poutin some, 

Uey settin along de wall, 

But when dey hear ole Satan's dream 

Dey couldn't stand dat at all 

When Polly an I were wed. 

Dey all begun to laugh, 

Dey had to share de joys. 

An pretty soon dey on dey feet 

A dancin wid de boys 

When Polly an I were wed. 



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De boys an ^a\s kep on 

A frolickiii jis de some, 

De gals forgot der fedders were 

So ruffled when dey came, 

When Polly an I were wed. 

It cleared off in de night, 

Dat water forgot to fall, 

An in de niornin plenty of mud, 

But it didn't rain at all 

When Polly an I were wed. 

Uncle Billy Bakker Patch. 

Uncle Billy bakker patch long de ribber bank, 

Bakker lookin little an de weeds a giltin rank. 

Uncle eatin bakker but den does yon know, 

Uncle like de bakker, but he don't Hke de hoe. 

Uncle say de bakker dare soon a gittin seeds, 

Done too late to be diggiu up de weeds. 

Uncle Billy sav to me li. ten what I say 

Don't you be forgittin it when you go away; 

Don't be gittin careless, Tommy, you be wise, 

When you see a pretty gal, turn away you eyes, 

For if you go to lookin at em Unc e Billy said 

Den dat nonserse gittin in your head. 

V/hat kind a gittin gittin in de cat, 

She ketch de little chickens an she nebber ketch a rat. 

Here you Tom be a gittin her quiet, 

You take dat cat an y(m drown her in de creek, 

Dare she am a settin in de corner ob de shed, 

I feel so better when I know she dead. 

What's de matter dare gals, what's de matter now? 

Why, mamma, Tom he kicking up a row, 

He eatin all de possum mamma, come an see 

Mamma come an make him let de possum be. 

Daddy gittin sometimes jis a little tight, 

Dat's de way my daddy comin in de odder night, 

Den my daddy come home muddy on he clothes, 

Staggered up to mammy, kissed her on her nose, 

Didn't pull he shoes off when he went to bed, 

Den dat whiskev gittin in he head. 



Little Piggy. 

De night had come an jes dat day 

I fetch a little piggy took it home to May, 

She goin to bed an to me she said. 

Daddy I be given you a warn in, 

Don't you forgit it an you wake mc up 

To feed de little piggy in de moruin. 

I kiss my girl a sweet good night. 

Said she I wishin for de mornin light, 

Kase den daddy I be gittin up soon, 

De daylight a comin at de dawnin, 

Mamma goin to git me de good sweet milk, 

To feed de little piggy in de mornin. 

De good sweet milk he will like I know, 

An mamma been a tellin it will make him grow. 

De popcorn white in a pan on de shelf. 

An mamma goin to drop a little corn in. 

Dat be good an I take dat food 

An feed de little pigg}' in de mornin. 



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He cant git where he used to be, 
An see his mamma dat he waut to see, 
But deu I'll feed him an he wont git cold. 
,De straw keep him covered dat he gone in: 
My tin pail all de milk will hold 
To feed de little piggy in de mornin. 



Dem Colored Gals o^ Dixie. 

You jis go down to Dixie, 

Dat trip be wuf you money, 

P'or den you see de sunny Souf, 

An de colored gal so funuy. 

Dey make dis chile forsake heself, 

Oh how dey used to mix me. 

If you want to laugh you self to def, 

You go right down to Dixie. 

Dem gals, dem colored gals o' Dixie, 

No odder gals a langhin like 

De colored gals o' Dixie. 
I lubbed a gal in Dixie, 
Her Christered name was Patty, 
Her mamma call her slow go foot, 
An de gals dc}^ call her fatty. 
Her eyes dey black as night. 
Her smile were mighty fetchin. 
An you boun to laugh when dat gal laugh, 
For dat gal's laugh so ketchin. Chorus. 

Dey stuffed her when she little. 
She growed so fir.e an thrifty, 
Before she got to seventeen, 
She weighed two hundred an fifty. 
Her sliinin face like a filled up moon. 
Plump an round as a cherry. 
I didn't mind her bein so fat, 
A fnt gal always merry. Chorus. 

She alwa} s slow an easy, 
Her mamma nearly crazy, 
She habn all dat work to do. 
An de gal so fat an lazy. 
But den she nebber mad herself. 
An deu she always jokin, 
An when her mamma scold she say 
You git right down to srnokin. Chorus. 

Ole Toby give a party, 
It was his golden weddin, 
An all de presents dat he got 
Dey wooden an dey leaden. 
I said to Patty Sunday night. 
You look so strong an hearty, 
Now dont you tink you smart enough 
To dance at dat ar party? Chorus. 

We started to dat party 
When all dem gals dey ready, 
De driver safe an de wagon sound, 

An de mules dey strong an steady. 

One bv one dem little stars 

Dey begin a peepin. 

Den dem turkeys gone to roost. 

An all dem chickens sleepin. Chorus. 



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Dem boys dey full o' mischief, 

Dey kep dem gals a gigliu; 

Ebf}' mouf a tounge let loose, 

An ebry tounge a wiglin. 

Soon we hear de driver say 

1 reckon dat fun will sour, 

You all git wet as sure's you born. 

For yonder comes a shower. Chorus. 

Dat shower soon upon us, 

Dat rain begin a dashin, 

We hear dat thunder roar an roll, 

An see dat liglitnin flashin. 

You let em go for all dey's wuf 

De boys begin to holler, 

An den dem mules dey let right out, 

An de wagon had to foller. Chorus. 

Dem gals a gittin skeery, 

Dey aint a sayin nuffiins, 

We spect dem lips dey jest as warm, 

An dey jest as still as muffins. 

It got so dark we taut we blind, 

Dem mules begin a slowin, 

Bekase dem mules dey k no wed very well 

Dey couldn't see wha dey goiii. Chorus. 

Dat rain it kep a pourin, 

Dem gals dey all a wiltin, 

An we hear dat driver whoa, 

An we feel dat wagon liltin, 

Dey foun der tounges did dem air gals, 

Bekase dey know dey fallin, 

An when dey fell an struck dat mud, 

Dey got right down to squallin. Chorus. 

Hello dare now you smokers, 

You set dem matches crackin 

For a little light, an we may find 

Somebody's bones a rackin. 

We strike a light an den we see 

We all on foot but Tommy. 

Where on erf can Tommy be, 

W^hatever gone wid Tommy? Chorus. 

I spect you'll have to dig him, 

When I lay dare a sprawliu 

I taut I felt some libin ting 

Down in dat mud a crawlin. 

Lord o' love forgive us all 

Said little Ada Perry, 

If fatty fell on dat air boy, 

He killed to dead to bury. Chorus. 

We boys we in a hurry, we fling dat mud by 

snatches, 
An ebery once in a little while 
De gals dey strike de matches. 
We dug an dug for dat poor soul. 
An after a while we found him, 
An dare he lay in a great big hole, 
An a mud hole all around him. Chorus. 

We boys git hold an hist him. 
An what were past believin, 
We scrape dat mud away from he mouf. 
An we hear dat darkey brevin. 
We stood him up an he shake heself, 



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An de gals dey stop der cryiii, 

An dey say daL Tommy needn't fear def; 

He nebber were born for dyin. Chorus. 

Dat shower gone an lef us, 

Dem stars dey shine surprisin, 

An dare we see dat great big moon 

Above dem hill arisin. 

We on de edge of de Kankee swamp, 

Dare where de moonlight find us, 

Boff ends an de middle of dat air road, 

Away back dare behind us. Chorus. 

We all back in de wagon, 

Dem mules arouu a turniu, 

Dis am a lesson said dem boys, 

A lesson we been learnin. 

Sometimes Tommy settin up straight. 

An sometimes he be reelin, 

An ebery little while dem gals dey say. 

Tommy how you feelin? Chorus. 

We soon arrive at Toby's, 

An dey have one roarin fire, 

A snappin an a crackin among dat wood. 

An de blaze go higher an higher. 

Dey all got washed an dey all got dry. 

An dey jest like colts a pranciii, 

An when dem fiddles ring dare cry, 

De}' got right down to dancin. Chorus. 



Little Cudjoe. 

Da she l)e comin my mamma I see, 
I hope dat my mamma got good news for me. 
Mamma what has you to say of my beau? 
What daddy done tell you bout little Cudjoe? 

Little Cudjoe, little Cudjoe, 
I love him, I love him, 
My little Cudjoe. 

He say he so little he little Can do, 
He'll be little bigger for he twenty-two. 
Yon daddy determined, you daddv say no, 
She nebber shall marry dat little Cndjoe. 

Little Cudjoe, Little Cudjoe, 
She nebber shall marry 
Dat little Cudjoe. 

Oh mamma, oh mamma, am dat what he say? 

An my little Cudjoe he comin today. 

He comin an daddy he'll tell him to go, 

I know dat will kill him, my little Cudjoe. Chorus. 

I'll go to my daddy, I'll coax him I will; 

I know dat my daddy he lovin me still, 

An when he knowin he hurtin me so, 

He'll nebber go back on my little Cudjoe. Chorus. 

An den we will argue an den we'll agree, 

An den will my daddy be laughin at me, 

An when he git married den maybe he'll grow, 

An daddy tink better of little Cudjoe. Chorus. 



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Little Tom. 

I feel so lonesome bout my Tom, 

For (ler nebber was auodder little boy like Tom. 

Laughin all de day loug, laughin in de night, 

Laughin in de mornin when he seen de light. 

Oh my, Oh my happy Tommy be, 

Tommy jist as happy all de time as he could be. 

Now little Tom he gone down Souf, 

He libbin down dare in a big town. 

Now little Tom he gone down Souf, 

Awav down Souf, away down. 
Dat time when dad he broke he leg. 
Fell down de ladder an he broke he leg. 
Tommy in de door yard playin by de well, 
Polly at de door da little Tommv tell, 
Run Tom, run Tom, run for Dr. Doan, 
Daddy hurt he leg Tom, daddy broke a bone. 

Chorus. 

De way dat boy he run dat day, 

I wishin an I wishin I could run dat way 

At de doctor's office settin in a chair, 

An ole man sleepin an he kept a noddin dare, 

Dat head, dat head bobbin up again, 

He let it hang away down den he bob again. 

Chorus. 
Tom he laugh when he seen dat head. 
An den he kep a laughin till he almost dead. 
De ole man wake up den he look around. 
Tommy at de door dare rollin on de ground. 
Doctor, doctor, de ole man say, 

Dat little darkey dare laughin he life away. Chorus. 
Tom remember bout he dad, 
An he shouldn't be a laughin an he hurt so bad. 
De ole man taut den Tommy wouldn't die. 
An he laughin at de boy da laughin till he cry. 
Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, wipin up he tears, 
Nebber laugh afo, no not in twenty years. Chorus. 
Dat ole man he come for Tom, 
He coaxin an he teasin till we part wid Tom. 
Home he come a Christmas didn't he shine, 
Stonish all de people, oh he dressed so fine. 
Way up, way up, did you ebber see. 
Tommy jis a high toned as eber he could be. 

Chorus. 



De Ole Shenando. 

Ole massa take de boat an 3'oung massa his canoe, 
We racin up de stream an we beat de rowin crew. 
Ole massa take de jug we paddle an we row, 
De ducks dey am a shootin on de ole Shenando. 

De ole Shenando, de ole Shenando, 

De wild ducks am a comiu down 

De ole Shenando. 
Ole massa load he shot gun an den he take a nip. 
An den he load he shot gun an take anodder nip, 
An den he load he shot gun an den he let her go, 
An den he take a summerset in de ole Shenando. 

Chorus. 



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De boys dey try to pull him in an dev upset de boat. 
Help, help, help, we're sinkin, all afloat. 
Pull boys for dad, shouted massa Joe, 
I reckon he's try in to take a bath in de ole Shenando. 

Chorus. 
Dey floatin down de stream an a stick in to de boat, 
De boys dey ho] din massa up an a haugin to his coat. 
Agoiu, agoin away down below, 
A floatin on de waters ob de ole Shenando. Chorus. 

I'd give a tousan dollars if I was on de ground, 
Pull boys, pull, I'm goin to be drowned. 
We paddle den for life, we send dat conoe 
A flyin on de waters ob de ole Shenando. Chorus. 

We hab a rope aboard an we pull up to de wreck, 
Ole massa shoutin all de time, quick boys, quick. 
We fasten to dat boat an we take dat raft in tow% 
An we pull it froo de waters ob de ole Shenando. 

Chorus. 
We pull ole massa to de shore au set him on ds laud. 
An den he said dat he was full and dat he couldn't stand. 
I'm wet inside an out, I'm cold from top to toe, 
I swallowed a bushel o' water in de ole Shenando. 

Chorus. 

We tote ole inassa to de house an put him in de bed, 

Dey put hot irons to his feet an flannels round his head, 

Dey tell him take some wine an den he answer no, 

I swore off in de waters ob de ole Shenando. Chorus. 

Next mornin massa said to Dick, 

You rascal you forgot. 

Run back you scamp au fetch me quick 

My glass o' brandy hot. 

I'm goin in decline my spirits am so low, 

I'll take a nip an stay away from de ole vShenando. 

Chorus, 



Nature^ s Child. 

What boy are you and what do you do? 

I am Kanono, the wandering Tibboo, 

My camel and I we are all that remain; 

All of my people are taken and slain 

He bore me away with his flying feet, 

Far from the Arabs my camel is fleet. 

Now like the winds I am nature's child. 

Wandering afar on the desert wild. 

Oh what a pity, I'm sorry for you 

Tied to the shore is my little canoe. 

Mother is dead but my father's to me, 

Tender and good as a father can be. 

My little canoe it is waiting still. 

Go with your camel come when you will._ 

Come like the winds, yon are nature's child, 

Wandering afar on the desert wild. 

Here little daughter is a mother for you. 

You must obey her whatever you do. 

Father, dear father, so happy were we. 

My little kingdom is taken from me. 

Oh mother, she called that night in her sleep, 

Grief in her slumber forced her to weep, 

Then in her dream she was nature's child, 

Wandering afar on the desert wild. 



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Down by the Niger at the flawnitig of day, 
There said Morena I am going away. 
Father'll forget me, he will not me pursue 
Far dc wn the river in my little canoe. 
Morena tis I, my camel is here, 
I will protect you, trust me, don't fear. 
Loose 3'our canoe and be nature's child, 
Vv^'andering afar on the desert wild. 
Where is my daughter, oh can it be true? 
(tOuc down the river in her little canoe. 
Father will find her, it never shall be, 
Ivoving and kind was my daughter to me. 
Tlie river along he is calling still. 
Never to find her c'dl where he will, 
(jone like the winds she is nature's child, 
Wandering al^r on the desert wild. 

The White Faced Cow. 

De white faced cow she a foolish cow, 
But de milk she used to yield, 
An her daddy in de moruin tell to Jane 
Dat de cow got out de field. 
If she keep runnin away like dat, 
She be gittin us all in a row. 
An I reckon you've got to go agin Jane 
A look in for de white fact d cow. 
By de banks ob de Sipsey, 
On de green fields o' Dixie, 
Wiiere dem little darkies crowin. 
And de sweet potater growin. 
She callin de white faced cow, 
Co boss, Co boss, Co boss, Co i)oss. 
Jane go long an she sip de juice of an orange dat she 

peeled, 
A young man comin au she said to him when she met 

him in de field, 
Charley Green you de lastest boy dat eber I wishin to 

see, 
You took Betty Brown last night to de dance, now don't 

say nuffin to me. 
Now den Jane don't be gittin so cross for you uncle nigh 

to dead; 
He done fell down in a hole in de ground an he teef 

knocked outin he head, 
lie broke ten ribs an he broke two legs, an you auntie 

wail an cry. 
For de doctor say an de say dat true dat you uncle, goin 

to die. 
Dey boff settin dare on a pitch pine stump an he coaxin 

her to say 
She would be he wife fou de year went out au de Christ- 
mas gone away. 
Now den Jane if you don't say yes you be gittin my heart 

in a sore. 
An I jump in de hole where you uncle fell, 
An I wont breeve bref no more. 
She telled him yes an he telled her den dat her uncle 

Joe he well, 
Dat dere nebber had been no hole in de ground, nobody 

down had fell. 
She give one jump an she lef dat stump an she tell him 

I hate you now, 



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I didn't come out here lookin for you, I lookin for de 

white faced cow. ' Chorus, 

I reckon dat time Hke a many a time when many a vow 

was sealed, 
Dat time when dey fix dat gagemeut up an dey goin 

cross de field, 
Dey promise each odder dey be one for life an needer of 

em know jis how, 
An he say go home an I'll take your place a lookin for 

de white faced cow. 
By de banks ole de vSipsey, 
On de green fields o' Dix"ie, 
Where dem little darkies crowin, 
An de sweet potater growin, 
Pie callin <le while faced cow. 
Oh de best little gal on de top of de erf, 
Co boss, Co boss, Co boss, Co boss, 
Aint dis chile glistenin aint he, 
Co boss, Co boss, Co boss, Co boss. 



My Aunty Dear, 



We wandered by the stream, we rambled on the hill. 
We watched the logs that floated down and going to the 

mill, 
The brightest days are past we children all agree, 
She gone to live, my Aunty dear, the other side the sea, 
The city far away the other side the sea; 
She's gone to live, my .\unty dear, in the city far away. 
So merry was her laugh, so cheery were her words, 
Oh wasn't that the music when slu- singing with the birds? 
1 wish I was a man as big as I shall be, 
I'd go an find my Aunty dear, the other side the sea, 
The city far away the other side the sea; 
I'd go and find my Aunty dear, in the city far away. 
The echoes in the woods they tell us what we say, 
And when we don't be calling thr-m the echoes goavva}^ 
My Aunty love the eclioes, they wander wild and free, 
They're calling to my Aunty dear, the other side the sea, 
The city far away the other side the sea, 
The3''re calling to my Aunty dear in the city far away. 
vShe learned me how to play the merry games I know, 
She bought for me my pocket knife, my arrows and ni}' 

bow. 

And if there's over there some little boys like me, 

1 know they love my Aunty dear, the other side the sea, 

The city far awaj- the other side the sea, 

I know they love my Aunty dear in the city far away. 

I restin in the shade where trees along the stream, 

I laying there and sleeping and I dreaming there a dream, 

I dreaminy there a dream, a happy dream for me, 

I dreamed I found my Aunty dear, the other side the sea, 

The city far away the other side the sea, 

I dreamed I found my Aunty dear in the city far away. 

And then we full ot joy, so good it was to meet, 

My Aunty laugh so hearty and her kisses they so sweet, 

I wish them dreams they true and then I dream of we. 

We living with my Aunty dear the other side the sea, 

The city far away the other side the sea, 

We living with my Aunty dear, 

In the citv far away. 



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Go Way Satan. 

Go way Satan, let me be, 
None you business what I see, 
I see dat turkey up dat tree, 
But I know dat turkey not for me, 
Go way now, let me be. 

Ise got tree possums, big ones too, 
An 1 reckon dem possums for me do; 
Ise gwine to let dat turkey lone, 
But I'd like to pick dat turkey bone. Chorus. 
I done climV) way up dis tree, 
Wicked Satan let me be. 
Dare my beauty now you mine. 
You make dat possum gravy fine. Chorus. 

What make Satan bodder me so. 
But dis yer turkey sweet I know. 
Jumpin jingo, aint he fat? 

He so round he back am flat. Chorus. 

Oh, oh, oh, dats an awful fall I had, 
I sprained my ancle berry bad. 
Dem big limbs dat I strike on, 
Dey shaka me so dat turkey gone. Chorus 

Now dat Sam he bound to shout, 
Dis ancle gwine to cut i e out, 
He dance wid Dinah Christmas night. 
For I can't needer dance nor fight. Chorus. 
I nebber got hurt like dis before. 
An I wont mind Satan nebl^er no more, 
For when he hold me he hold me tight. 
An he makes me do what he knows aint right 

Chorus' 



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